Sleep Diction

TGTBT

I'm yelling your name.
Can you hear?
Slightly subtle. Exodus.
But, births a frequency unknown to
public radio.
The act of yelling, I yell not.
I'm singing my final words.
Not surprisingly, they happen to be your name.
Your name brings a smile to my face.
Many faces.
Your name increases my blood' tempo.
Conchairto.
My spirit sings you praises.
My brain, places you in my future.
With no further conscient, it must know something that I don't.
What is it.
Maybe I'm sick.
Maybe I think more than I think I do.
Your alias is sung with hymns and praises.
Maybe the toilet is overloaded, and I was the last resident.
Consequently, I'm late to the party.
Negatives have partied you out.
Party particles.
Partially, I presume that anything "real" could succeed.
But the pasture sucks, seeds.
Fresh out of trees.
It will be hard to pass into the fade, and I have to be up early.
Crack of dawn
Cracks that dawn, thin sheds of light.
Have they warmed your heart?
Has the tide, subsided?
I ponder amongst these spiritual things.
Natures spirit beats stronger than the rest.
I hear it from time to time.
It rings like a bell.
Grandbudahpest.
My system circulates the questions, upon which I arrive to no complete answers.
Within in the temporal confusion, I'm yelling, I can't hear myself.
I'm yelling to you.
But, I'm not yelling at all